It was February 1, 2021. The sun will be up soon. Sitting comfortably on our earthy green-colored cushions on the living room carpet, Samuel and I just finished listening to a Hay House guided meditation together. We are facing the big sliding glass door, ready for the sunrise on the lake.
As I take another deep breath, feeling serenity within, I see two golden parallel lines starting to appear out of the dark sky. Two short lines at first, but they are becoming bright and strong against the dim canvas and can not be ignored. They begin to grow together, widening as the horizon starts to brighten and the world is getting ready to wake up.
The surroundings are still so quiet. Early birds are not even out yet.
I turn to look at Samuel. He is also soaking in the natural wonder of the morning magic. With a black baseball cap on, he is just so adorable.
The sky continues to change, now adding on layers of rich colors. The bottom layer forms from light grey clouds and blends into a yellow hue with tinges of orange and pink. The two Golden Parallel lines are now so majestic together streaking across the sky. Their presence is such a powerful unity.
I lean on Samuel’s shoulder and whisper tenderly, “Do you remember what the Angel told me about the two golden parallel lines?”
“Yes.” He smiles.
This reminds me of a very special day. May 2, 2019, I had my first Angel Reading.
Growing up an Atheist in China, I never learned anything about Angels, let alone believe in them. But shortly after all the doors closed on me (or so I thought at that time), a trusted friend recommended having an Angel Reading to me.
Okay, if angels do exist, let’s just hear what they have to say. I had nothing to lose.
The lady who channeled the Angels told me:
“The Angel shows two golden parallel lines – this is your relationship.
He is beside you in all ways – this is a very strong and solid relationship – you have so much ahead of you – and you can rely on each other as best advisors and true deep friends. “
Samuel and I built this house 17 years ago and have watched many sunrises and sunsets together. Never once, had the sky shown us two golden parallel lines. Until today.
Thank you, Angels, for answering my prayers and showing me the sign. Thank you, Angels, for reminding me of your presence.
Three days later, for Athena’s Writing Club prompt, these words appeared under my fast-typing fingers to honor you:
If I can’t speak for the rest of my life, I will still make a difference and let the world hear my heartbeat.
If I can’t speak for the rest of my life, I will be happy writing, bathing in the sun, listening to the birds singing.
If I can’t speak for the rest of my life, I will still be a loving mom and a sexy woman.
If I can’t speak for the rest of my life, I will still be me. My higher self. There is no language needed. Only frequency transmitted.
Wait,
If I can’t speak for the rest of my life, I can be more.
If I can’t speak for the rest of my life, I will listen.
I will send laughter into people’s homes.
I will kiss their bleeding hearts to make them softer.
I will put a smile on every child’s cheeks.
If I can’t speak for the rest of my life, I will become an Angel.
I will leave signs for people who are seeking.
I will assure them they are on the right path.
I will watch over them day and night.
If I can’t speak for the rest of my life, I will become God’s heartbeat.
I will shine a light so bright there will be no lonely souls untouched.
If I can’t speak for the rest of my life, that is who I will be.
Love,
WeiLi
Thank you so much for sharing this special moment and your beautiful poem. Symbolism can give us a feeling of gratefulness in good times and a feeling of hope in desperate times. When we were living already a few years in Florida, my husband and I had a big fight. I was desperate, I had come to Florida to help him come close to his family. I had left mine behind but felt I had no family at the time as he spent so much time with his family that even the kids started to complain about it. He was so angry with my reaction and I was in desperation. I opened the door to our garden and guess what I…